Passerine Mountain - Very Hot
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You are like everyone else, you don't have a heifer, there is no lava,
You just have to suck a finger, on my background you are a Neanderthal,
Look better the guy, my Tusa does not accept you,
There is a quikma of hot bitches, everything is clear to me, you have a lot of clouds.
Who are you? Your armpit is sweated, my guard will throw you out of the window,
You have a hunting for a day,
But each time you have another one for a member
Ha, from you Rosit by meters, attempts for sex for you are already even,
Your pennies dispersed the winds, who will be baptized today, of course not you.

You do not know what you have to do with your fat ass,
You look like a woman all around you timidly,
You have no gram behind your back, except that eggs,
I ask you to notice without a dick you are a homosexual, not Gangsta.

You crossed the way to me, like a doerla louste
I will burn you at the stake, you will moan like Sasha Gray,
You’re different, you understand, I'm upstairs, and you are licking the bottom,
In your life there will be only basins, you are shit, but you are not a sag.

Under Spoog, sharpen the incisors, look at both, otherwise we’ll call the shakes.
I want to imagine my hobby
I throw rhymes into your basket like a cobby
Never get into my lobby
You listen to me open your mouth just like a zombie
Face wherever you can my lines
Your work is different in the docks
Trying to earn to see milking
All my girls are sweet, your bitter
The hottest woman in your life is Baba Klava,
Anala fan,
How did she live without you before?
Zadonovo is just like a handful of Afzal.
The light of love she lit in you,
You caused menstrual reflexes.

Squirt in a hundred atmospheres of the whole face fired at you,
I thought not to be noticed? Turn off the whore, Heytyar.
I threw a new list in the morning
Every hater, believe me, will be written off
You think to leave, you are already inscribed in it
Each of your drawing is drawn in terms of meaning
I start hunting, your end is close.

It will not succeed in behind, gay-lord
After all, I am purebred, like a slug.

Your hairy papillae, you collected Makhno on them, shaking all the spraps,
Funny, you will not write a line
Fucking to zero, as if there are not enough those kidneys.
In support of you only gandons, their parents in the major zone,
Petushkov of these already herds of garrisons,
You have an excess like one chromosome.
You are in the ass once, two, three, even Bigfo0t pussy is spilled for you,
I decided to bring myself to the form, signed up for riding courses,
Climbed on the horse saving on the stirrup,
From the horse you fell, getting a dick straight along the crown,
Lost for an hour, forgot about the course of time,
You woke up in the village without a genus and a tribe,

Manure coated with a nasty smell,
Hobbled to the outskirts with a fucked arrogant,
Considering himself unbearable, I did not know
That you have a wide hole in the glass
On the tip of the testes were removed,
The bells hung, so that they were extinguished,
Local utensils will find by ringing, just like one
The Russian MS will move away into the mouth.

You do not know what you have to do with your fat ass,
You look like a woman all around you timidly,
You have no gram behind your back, except that eggs,
I ask you to notice without a dick you are a homosexual, not Gangsta.
You do not know what you have to do with your fat ass,
You look like a woman all around you timidly,
You have no gram behind your back, except that eggs,
I ask you to notice without a dick you are a homosexual, not Gangsta.